"I don't know."
"Then you think, perhaps, it may be."
"It is very foolish to think so."
"Then you do think so," said Emily, archly.
"Oh, miss, I have found you out at last. What a sly one you are. I have been watching you a long time, and thought you all unconscious how it was with a certain party who shall be nameless. Oh I'm so glad."
"Glad that your brother is so unhappy?" Oh, Emily!
"No; glad that he need be so no longer."
"How do you mean?"
"How do I mean! Why how obtuse you are, Isabel."
"You run on too fast."